The Wallflower Wager. Tessa Dare

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       Chapter One

      Over her years of caring for unwanted animals, Lady Penelope Campion had learned a few things.

      Dogs barked; rabbits hopped.

      Hedgehogs curled up into pincushions.

      Cats plopped in the middle of the drawing room carpet and licked themselves in indelicate places.

      Confused parrots flew out open windows and settled on ledges just out of reach. And Penny leaned over window sashes in her nightdress to rescue them—even if it meant risking her own neck.

      She couldn’t change her nature, any more than the lost, lonely, wounded, and abandoned creatures filling her house could change theirs.

      Penny gripped the window casing with one hand and waved a treat with her other. “Come now, sweeting. This way. I’ve a biscuit for you.”

      Delilah cocked her plumed head and regarded the treat. But she didn’t budge.

      Penny sighed. She had no one to blame but herself, really. She’d forgotten to cover the birdcage completely at sundown, and she’d left a candle burning far too late while she finished a delicious novel. However, she’d never dreamed Delilah could be clever enough to reach between the bars with one talon and unlatch the little door.

      Once the parrot had escaped her cage, out the window she flew.

      Penny pursed her lips and whistled. “See, darling? It’s a lovely biscuit, isn’t it? A gingersnap.”

      “Pretty girl,” the parrot chirruped.

      “Yes, dear. What a pretty, pretty girl you are.”

      Delilah made a tentative shuffle sideways. At last, progress.

      The bird came closer . . .

      “That’s it. Here you come, sweetheart.”

      Closer . . .

      “Good girl.”

      Just a few more inches . . .

       Drat.

      Delilah snatched the biscuit from Penny’s fingers, scuttled backward, and took a brief flight, coming to land on the windowsill of the next house.

      “No. Please. No.”

      With a flutter, Delilah disappeared through the open window.

      Drat and blast.

      The old Wendleby residence had lain vacant for years, save for a few servants to watch over the place, but the property had recently changed hands. The mysterious new owner had yet to make an appearance, but he’d sent an architect and a regiment of laborers to make several noisy, dusty improvements. A house under construction was no place for a defenseless bird to be flying about in the dark.

      Penny had to retrieve her.

      She eyed the ledge connecting the two houses. If she kicked off her slippers, climbed out onto the ledge, clung to the narrow lip of mortar with her bare toes, and inched across it . . . the open window would be within reach. The distance was only a few feet.

      Correction: It was only a few feet to the window. It was twenty-odd feet to the ground.

      Penny believed in a great many things. She believed that education was important, books were vital, women ought to have the vote, and СКАЧАТЬ